A One Nightstand With Mr Goldman

Tiara's pov

  "Is this what I said I wanted?!

  "The woman's raging voice took me off guard and I was trying to explain myself.

Susan was in the bathroom taking a break and I didn't mind helping her deliver an order but it seems I had mixed it up. 

"I-I…"I was so confused, I was just a cleaner, sure I was used to getting shouted at but this woman was impossible,"

but this is your order ma'am.

"I was very positive I didn't mix up the tables and give it to the wrong person. 

"This isn't the drink I ordered and this Champagne is too cheap for me!"

She hissed  and I was getting irritated,

"Drink it yourself!''

She poured the drink on me and time froze.

Everyone was in shock and she didn't seem to bat an eyelid at me.

My blood was boiling but I couldn't do anything.

  "What is going on here?!''I could hear my boss stumble in at the wrong time like an angry elephant,

"Miss Susan! You're here tonight?!"

He was shocked to see one of the prestigious guests of the famous Executive Club. 

"And it seems you don't want me to ever be here again causes you sent this disgusting witch to serve me a cheap Champagne!"

It was the wild claims and then my boss turned to glare at me daggers but my eyes gave me away.

I didn't do anything. 

"No, do not take it like that, she made a mistake and she will apologize, Nesla?"

His glare got worse and I felt like dying there and then. 

"I'm sorry.

  "It was barely audible and she snorted at me. 

"Another one will be brought for you, in the house. 

"He managed a smile before dragging me away from the scenery, "are you for real?!" 

"Do you really believe what she just said about me, boss?!

"I was shocked to my bone, I guess rich people had the same way of thinking.

  "I don't care what she says but she is worth millions, so don't mess anything up or you'll be out of here. Got it?! 

"I didn't get the chance to speak any further before he left me.

I was covered in red liquid and my body smelled of alcohol, it was so humiliating and no one deserves anything like this, rich or poor. 

  But the rich always treated us, poor people, like servants.

They could use our blood and still not care about what happens to us. 

I sniffed back my tears and grabbed my cleaning equipment, going back to the spot where the embarrassment happened, and began cleaning the mess.

I could still hear them whispering and snickering at me. 

I locked my eyes to the floor and a tear fell from my eyes as I heard someone call me a loser.

A word I was very familiar with, especially in high school.

Just because I had no parents, everyone hated me and bullied me. 

I was even assaulted and they all thought I was lying because it was a rich school and I got into it via scholarship. 

More tears fell to the floor and no matter how many times I wiped, more tears kept falling.

I was shattering slowly as my trauma came back to me. 

I quickly got to my feet and as I turned, I hit someone who was just behind me.

Shit, not another rich person! 

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

I checked his jacket as he stood still like a rock, his eyes were a bit red and he didn't seem stable but he held out a hand telling me to stop. 

"You're trying to mess up my date like you did to Miss Susan?